He slowly put his hand at his side, bringing the chip bag away from his face. His thin emerald eyes glared almost menacingly at the package, before he looked into my eyes. His small mouth spread to only a smirk, and he whipped his neck slightly, flinging his dark grey hair out of his face.
"What am I doing here?" Edgeworth repeated back my question. "Why, I'm here to pick up some food. Seems that blasted buffoon forgot to pick up the dinner for his own party. He called me on my cell phone and told me to come pick it up for him and, before I could give a response, he hung up on me."
I chuckled. I knew, had he had more time, he would have definitely refused. But something was still bothering me.
"That can't be, Miles. Thats what I'm here for."
"I know." He responded, shoving the bag of food into my hands. "You see, when I got the call from Larry, I knew something was up. He always seemed to like you better, so why wouldn't he have assigned the job to you? So I asked if he had called anyo